I like to compare our relationship to an airport

We are just two people, trying to get through

without delays, without hiccups

but the more time we spend in this airport

the more I start to wonder if I like you because

you were the boarding gate to my escape airplane

out of my other relationship

You were the excuse I needed to get on that flight,

the prepaid ticket that I was ready to take. 

 

You were there, holding my hand

as I left the last gate, and you waited at the airport

while I took some time to fly around. 

But when I returned to the airport, I thought I felt

new, cleansed, alive again

only to realize that maybe I needed your extra push to get on my last fight

but I don’t need your push to wherever life takes me next. 

 

I think our relationship will forever stay in this airport, and 

I will always remember you, standing at the gate, 

arms open, waiting to take me back home

but I will never get on a flight with you, and I think you

will find a flight at another time, 

more suited for you,

with someone who loves you more than

my distance can. 

 

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